you're not salinger, get over it.

Basilisk · 06-13-2022, 11:33 PM

Basilisk had been walking the woods with his grandfather when the sound of scuffling alerted them to movement. They walked quickly but quietly through the trees until they found them. As the two wolves came into sight, it was clear the Warlord understood what was happening faster than he did. As Basilisk started to snap forward, he felt a weight on the back of his neck. It drove him to the ground before he realised it was his grandfather's paw. He struggled and gasped and the more he fought, the further the paw drove him into the earth.

He was so consumed by rage and panic, he couldn't think. He couldn't even fight the force holding him down. As the pressure limited his breathing and he choked and struggled, all he could see was the fight before him. Watching as Hazel fought for her life. He needed to help her, he needed to be there with her. Desperation drove away any sort of logic and he could do nothing but choke and panic beneath his grandfather's paw. He wasn't held there for long, the pair had arrived near the end of the fight. Not that he was able to realise such things then and there.

When the pressure on his neck eased, he shot forward like a bullet from the chamber. Frantic and desperate and drawing in ragged breaths. He fell on the man who had attacked his closest friend, and with a snarl or pure rage, he began to rip and shred and tear. Claws and teeth pulling apart flesh and bone as he put everything he had into rending the wolf into nothing more than meat.

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you're not salinger, get over it.

m// gore & language & patricide

Basilisk